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The Dead Sea, with its foul stench and fishy winds.

In this vicinity.

There was originally a kingdom established by immigrants from the Divine River, the Hetu Dynasty, which was later destroyed by the four ferocious beasts.

Those Hetu people who were captured alive were subjected to a gluttonous feast by the murderers in this sea area.

The Taotie civilization was a whirlwind of death, with its crocodile beasts being a deadly force.

this day.

The ragged Dukao is being chased by four different ferocious beasts: a Chaos Dog-Headed Man, a Taotie Sheep-Shaped Man, a Qiongqi Minotaur-Headed Man, and a Taotie Crocodile-Headed Man.

After years of evolution, following the Taotie civilization of Death God Karl, it has evolved multiple times and almost lost its most human-like horns.

Chaos and Taotie still retain their original beastly forms, while Qiongqi doesn't look like a bull but rather like a burly demon.

The four ferocious beasts bared their fangs and claws as they chased after Dukao.

"Grab him, I want to eat his heart."

"I want to eat his liver."

"I want to eat his lungs."

"I want to eat his head."

"Huff! Huff!"

Ducao, in a complete mess, ran and scrambled.

In the thousands of years since he was suppressed and released by the angelic civilization, he has not developed anything.

As a near-third-generation body, his dark energy had long been exhausted, greatly reducing his body's defense and making his attack power no different from that of an ordinary person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chased by the killer's henchmen.

suddenly.

Dukao was tackled to the ground by the swift kobold, whose gaping maw was about to bite his neck.

In this critical moment.

The sacred and inviolable light shone as brightly as the sun, and the four ferocious beasts instantly turned to ashes.

A majestic and domineering voice boomed out.

"Gene recombination".

Keisha didn't need to use her extensive network of privileges to think or do any complicated calculations.

Making one's words law is a piece of cake.

In other words, there is no spell cast recovery animation.

The ashes then reformed into a strange creature, with the scales of a crocodile, the body of a cow, the head of a sheep, and the tail of a dog.

Having narrowly escaped death, Dukao lay prostrate on the ground in awe under the dazzling light.

It was like the radiance of a holy angel; now, if someone wanted to crush him, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

He didn't want to die yet.

The responsibility for the continuation of the Delo and the Divine River civilization rests in his hands.

"This is your mount, Dukao. When you ride it, you will be impervious to fire, wind, water, and sword."

"Why did this great god save me and give me a mount?" Dukao, who has lived for so many years, understands that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"Because you will be responsible for carrying out the Investiture of the Gods ceremony on Earth, I will bestow upon you the Investiture of the Gods List and the God-Slaying Whip!"

"To bestow titles upon gods? What right do I, a lowly person, have to bestow any titles upon gods?" Dukao said in a panic, though he still had some self-awareness.

He himself isn't even a god, so what kind of god would he be? If he could be a god, he would have made himself a general god.

Keisha's voice remained sacred and solemn as she spoke:

"You don't need to worry about that. The war of the gods is an overwhelming force, and those below the God King are all powerless to resist it."

"And your control of the Investiture of the Gods is just a passing phase; the Angel Civilization only needs a fair representative."

"This process."

"You only need to follow the will of Heaven and act on behalf of Heaven, so that the angelic civilization can rebuild the sacred and just order of the gods in the universe."

"Once the Heavenly Court of Merlo completes the conferment of gods, you, as its agent, will not be able to be conferred a godhood, but you will have the opportunity to retain the God-Slaying Whip, enjoy wealth and peace, and ensure that your descendants and the descendants of the god Hedenuo will have a place on Earth."

It can allow the Delo civilization to continue.

Upon hearing this, Dukao, who had suffered so much and whose civilization was on the verge of extinction, knelt on the ground without hesitation and raised his hands.

Bearing a heavy responsibility, he resolutely and generously proclaimed, "I am willing to obey the will of Heaven and take charge of the Investiture of the Gods."

"Please have mercy, Heaven, and grant our Deno civilization a way to survive."

"The angels' justice will never be absent, nor will it break its promise. Take the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip with you."

Sacred light.

He tossed down a golden scroll and a silver iron whip, both bearing intricate patterns and an air of ancient grandeur.

Under this vast atmosphere.

Duca felt utterly insignificant; neither dust nor the sun and moon could adequately describe the gap between them.

His hands trembled as he held the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip, his breathing becoming extremely rapid!

I never imagined that one day...

He actually managed to control such a divine artifact.

"Hoo! Gurgle!"

"So, my angel, what should I do next?"

"The process can be dull or dazzling, but no matter what, the ending will be a significant one."

"This is your destiny, chosen by the highest authority. How honored you are!"

……

Chaoge is a place with simple and honest folk customs.

Amidst the bustling streets, Zhao Xin broke down and screamed.

He kept jumping up and down.

"Which bastard dares to steal your purse, Master Zhao? I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations! Don't let me catch you!"

The universe in this timeline is not simple.

Super Soldier Company and others.

They originally thought that with their four generations of genes, as long as they could successfully travel to Earth 3000 years ago, they would be able to do anything with ease.

What should I think?

In this world, Ge Xiaolun's Qiankun System computing power, which should have been able to destroy a mountain, could only destroy a large rock.

Their micro-wormhole technology, which could have allowed them to traverse the universe at will, could only travel about 10,000 meters in this world at most, and the consumption of dark energy was terrifying, leaving them exhausted in just a few moments.

They don't seem like gods anymore; they're more like superheroes.

For the past three years.

The Super Soldier Corps and others originally wanted to develop some technology in this world, and then they would leave immediately, returning the timeline to its original state.

Strange thing.

No matter what technology they develop, like firearms, once it's disseminated, it will be immediately destroyed by a mysterious force, no matter how many times it's done.

Genetic data cannot even be shown; any trace of it will be deleted.

Even if it's just about promoting advanced knowledge.

The memory of people in this world who hear this will be erased, which is extremely bizarre.

They would also think that the Super Soldier Corps was a fraud and that everyone hated them.

This went on for more than two years.

The Super Soldier Corps could barely spread some knowledge when they encountered a sly old man. Not only did they discover that his memories had not been erased, but he also looked at them as if they were idiots.

Finally, one of them succeeded.

The members of the Super Soldier Company thought they had found hope for continuing their propaganda efforts, and were even ready to shed tears.

That pretentious guy called himself "Explosive" dismissed their advanced knowledge and even considered them idiots.

A net stretching to the heavens and the earth.

Under a sacred and just order, doing these idle things will only prolong your life!

This guy originally didn't intend to pay any attention to their Super Soldier Squad, but when he saw the golden-haired angel Zhixin, his attitude changed completely, and he went up to her like a lackey to curry favor.

Although the others in black armor looked like fools, this one, exuding an angelic aura, was the real deal.

It's like a wolf that's infiltrated by a pack of idiots.

"You are an angel, pure-blooded."

what? !

When I heard that, I was completely dumbfounded.

Why would someone ask her if she's pureblood? What does that mean? After learning so much about the Merlo Treasury in her world, she wouldn't be greeted like that, would she?

He asked if purebloods are still very precious?

Bao sniffed with a slightly lewd look, his eyes gleaming, and shamelessly knelt down in front of Zhixin, hugging her thighs.

Unfortunately, she reacted quickly and dodged it.

He pleaded pitifully, crying:

"You, a pure-blooded angel, have descended upon Earth. Are you qualified to participate in the War of Gods? Could you take me in as your follower? My ancestors for over ten generations were also angels."

"I have lived for over 500 years, and my lifespan is coming to an end. I beg you, I am willing to do anything for you. Just give me a few hundred years of life, and a little bit of resources, just a little bit."